"Well..." A smile curves at the corners of his mouth. He shrugs his own shoulder in turn, taking a few measured steps toward the stranger. The black eye that he earned in his fight with Natasha is nearly healed, leaving only the lightest bruise on his cheekbone. The scab of his split lip and the gash on his forehead have taken a bit longer to disappear.

"I think that would depend on who you've been talking to."